“You’re my little brother.”
Those four words said it all, and, as always, Virgil felt that flash of pride and love at being one of only four who could lay claim to that exclusive title of Scott’s ‘little brother’.
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Never Too Long, Chapter 19
John watched Virgil sleep, his chin propped on one hand, his gaze unfocused as he tried to stay awake. His laptop was open, balanced precariously on his knees, running a background search. He didn't have the focus for anything else. If the cops walked in, he would be in trouble.
But his father wouldn't let anyone into the room without warning. Not even the cops.
Especially not the cops.
He hadn't been able to concentrate since they had arrived at the hospital. Initially, he'd understood why – he'd needed to know if his brother was going to pull through. Then he'd wanted Virgil to wake up. Until Virgil had opened his eyes, they'd had no idea if he had been under water for too long.
Even after they were allowed into Virgil's room, the memory of the following few hours was a blur. John had spent the entire time in a haze of exhaustion. After he had escaped the nurses – smirking as Gordon had to remain and get his leg properly seen to – John had refused to leave the hospital, regardless of what argument his father put forward.
Matt woke shortly after they were allowed into Virgil's room. The three Tracys visited in turn but John knew he was not the only one who didn't feel welcome. Nicole didn't blame them; she made that clear, her hand on John's arm and tears in her eyes. But she was going to be taking care of Matt and John didn't envy Matt's doctors. He knew it was her way of dealing with what had happened and he had left after a few moments of talking to Matt to see what he remembered.
His father was harassing Virgil's doctor, Gordon was getting something to eat and Virgil was asleep. This was John's chance to start searching in earnest without any distractions. But other than setting up a search, John didn't know what to do. He had tried tracking the helicopter but stumbled into blocks rather than finding results. He was supposed to be good at this: he should have been able to get past the firewalls. But he couldn't. His fingers felt clumsy.
The same had happened the day before as well, and that had been before Virgil had made him swear he would find their brother. Gordon had eventually leant over and shut the laptop, taking it away from John and refusing to give it back until John had at least gone for a walk. Gordon's comment about not wanting John to get arrested by hitting the wrong buttons hadn't helped.
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Hi! I’ll be posting this and a couple other Merlin inspired digital paintings today! All are WIPs - so they’re NOT finished. They’re over a year old so I thought I better share them as they are before I forget they exist - but I hope you enjoy them still! I just never got around to finishing them, and doubt I ever will. I’ll be busy with other fanart ideas, haha… ha… Oh, what is my life? (My Art Tag)
A little about this piece: Dark Merlin and gold/grayscale palettes turn me on. Painting fingernails makes me cry. That is all.
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